[So welcome to a new story. This will also be added to AO3 when I have it finalized a little more. Just FYI, I'm not a Lore Master, maybe a self practicing apprentice. You may need to refrence something. My goal is to make you fall in love with this world just as much as me. Foresaken has taught all of us that Destiny can be a rather bleak story. This one will be the same, but I want it to end in a good place. Maybe some romance (potential slash?). Who knows? I am going along with this ride with you.]

Our first trip to Mars let us know that we were not alone. The Traveler had been out there this whole time. Watching, waiting, maybe even predicting Humanity's arrival to the last corner of the Universe where the Darkness could not touch personally. The big ball in the sky never really spoke directly about it to us. Either way since then, our race expanded into other worlds and knew our Destiny was to travel the stars. The Golden Age of knowledge and technology and discovery insured. Our lifespan expanded. We bloomed under the peace of the light.

No one knows for sure, but it seemed that some knew that where there is light, there is darkness. With the Traveler, we can now see that an enemy was just waiting as well. In its pitch-black cover, the Darkness attacked and the Traveler's people were decimated. The Traveler with its last strength, gave hope and a way to fight. It created Ghosts to revive the dead as its sword and shield in the last unconquered Universe. With its silence and the creation of guiding lights in its place, many came to hate the Guardians. The end of that era and the beginning of a new age to come.

The Eliksni people craved the Light and became pirates and were now called Fallen following a series of events. The crawled the skeletons of Humanities past and made tries to take Humanities' last city and with it a spot under the Traveler that had fled them for some unknown reason Eons ago. The influence of the Dark is a terrible thing and nothing shows it more than the former noble race of the Eliksni.

But this particular Guardian's story began in the remains of an old space station. Cars littering the area, piled on broken decaying highways. Rusting red browns from exposure to the elements underneath a copper and blue sky. Cold and barren with snow on the ground and few trees to provide shelter. Remnants of the Golden Age of humanity. The frozen picture of a race attempting to flee the death of its own potential demise. From it, the strongest and luckiest crawled out, the Traveler's last act brought back those worthy enough. It isn't almighty and mistakes were made by those very Ghosts.

A piece of the Traveler's light and human technology, a ghost wandered the area. A floating wisp of silver components shaped like a diamond, complex and simple, with a small vibrant and expressive blue eye. The little guy hovered and weaved around. Searching. Occasionally releasing a small blue scanning beams as it evaluated that specific area. Frantic it felt the energy from Fallen approaching. The scavengers of this time were on a mission and it didn't know for what, but they had been following for miles. It twirled the back of its body in an imitation of agitation.

The Ghost knew that if it did not find what he was looking for, then it would have to leave and wait until the tides of enemies died down before trying again. Ghost had lost count of how many times it had been forced to hide out. He had gone long years without companionship. The night was falling too. He allowed a few sounds to exit its speakers as it passed yet another 'no'. A skeleton of a human being, but its consciousness of its old wearer did not resonate with the light within. Nor did it have a good vibe. Sometimes, ghosts would revive the first ones with light. It had seen many Guardians go mad or traitor to the cause.

Maybe just, maybe its wouldn't and they would have decades or centuries together. This little piece of the Traveler was broken compared to others who had found their companions quickly or swiftly. It watched with self-pity as they thrived and became names and legends as they were so few already. It felt like a failure and that was becoming a common thought.

The echoes of the grudged fallen with their multiple arms and distinct red armor bounced off the compartments of the rustic cars. The recognizable mouth and breathing apparatus of the captain cause more fear than anything as it snarled in its garbled language. Scratchy and guttural.

"Is it possible?" The bot's voice called out to no one. It was one that displayed caution in potential false hope after so many false leads. This one sang with its light in a way no other had. It allowed itself to expand his energy core and expose its fragile inner light. It was not perfectly round, but had dents and roughness. Life with a weak Traveler had been rough and hard, but maybe he was not broken as it feared. "There you are." After all this time Ghost had found what it was looking for and saw the body materialize. It dressed its charge with the bundle of clothing that he had store inside. He was perfect in its eye.

It was not alone anymore.